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I can’t decide if my subconscious keeps making me dream about one person as a method to help me just get over it, despite how much it bugs me, or if it’s just because I’m dreaming about what I want to happen. 

A simple conversation is all I’m asking for. I’m tired of dreaming about it. I want it to happen.

Is that so much to ask?

Lately,

I find myself wanting to drive someplace where no one can find me, and just walk around. I want to go walking through the woods, and climbing rocks, and hiking on trails. 

I find myself wanting to be surrounded by the beauty of nature. I want to let it engulf me, and just give me some peace of mind about things in the grand scheme of life. 

And maybe share it with those important to me in my life.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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